Lin Ruo covered his mouth and snickered, and said slowly: "That shows that Mr. Cui's story is well written, and Mr. Storyteller is also vivid." You can be moved to tears, let alone other people? ”

Lin Qi nodded in agreement: "Hmm! ”

"And what are you going to do next?"

"Well, I went to Qilanxiang, and asked the tailors to come and hear the story, and the clothes have been painted, and handed over to the embroidery girls to start working. However, who will play it is a big question......"

Thinking of the scene that day, all the bustards in Bian'an City led their top girls to the wind and snow, Lin Qi really had palpitations! A mouthful of a "slave family", a mouthful of a "third young master" - women are really terrible!

Fortunately, Yun Niang is here!

Otherwise, those girls who are dressed up in flamboyant clothes will probably be able to tear him down!

Lin Ruo smiled: "It's not that difficult. ”

"Isn't it difficult?"

"Think about it, what is the biggest signboard of Wind and Snow?"

"Choose, choose the Oiran. Ah, second sister, you don't want to ......"

"The Oiran bidding of the wind and snow has come twice, what kind of medicine is sold in this gourd, everyone has also counted it, and it is not easy to find a few wronged leaders like 'ten thousand taels of gold'. Moreover, there is also the matter of grain lords, and they may not dare to spend money like this again. It's better to change the way and put everything in the open. ”

"How do you put it on the surface?"

"Put up a notice, just say, next year, we will not hold an oiran, but a 'horn'! If you want to participate in the casting, it's still the old rules. If you want to hold the 'horn', you can start holding it than the day, a penny of silver and a ticket, whoever gets the highest vote can compete for the horn in this "Legend of the White Snake". ”

Lin Qi frowned: "But, isn't that a business with the troupe?" ”

"Then find a way to prevent them from thinking that we are robbing them of their business!"

"That's ...... All right? ”

Lin Qi thought about it and was a little embarrassed.

"What's not to do? When we were bidding this year, those grain lords didn't think we were competing for business with them! ”

This idea is a good idea, but Lin Qi is still young and has limited cognition, even if he is painting a scoop based on a gourd, he really can't think of a good way, so he can only ask Lin Ruo for advice.

"The voice, stage, shape, and table of this singing opera can't be practiced overnight, let's change the way, don't hold the oiran, but hold the horn, those mothers in the Qinglou, in order to make their girls famous, can they not spend a lot of money and invite someone to train them well?"

Lin Qi suddenly said: "Yes, yes, yes." ”

"Mr. Cui has indeed finished writing "The Legend of the White Snake", and this story, in the hands of Mr. Storyteller, can become a story in their mouths, in the teahouse and wine shop. But if it is changed to a play, it is not just about talking, but also about singing. The masters who are proficient in music and rhythm in this music workshop and opera troupe are all treasures! ”

was mentioned by Lin Ruoyi, and Lin Qi suddenly opened his mouth: "Yes, why didn't I think of it?" ”

Most of the folk troupes are one or twenty people, some sing horns, some score music, some make up, some control the scene, sing a lively play, in exchange for property to maintain the livelihood of the troupe.

On the occasion of the New Year's Festival, the business of the troupe is very good, and the invitations from various families continue one after another, but it is not the day of the New Year's Festival, and the business is very deserted. Moreover, there are only a few plays back and forth between the various troupes, and when the big guys get tired of listening to it, they pack their bags, change places with the entire troupe, and continue to sing.

Unless he becomes a famous character of the red and one party, otherwise, life is extremely hard, and he can only barely maintain food and clothing. If it can't be sustained, the troupe will disperse. Once the troupe is dispersed, at the same time, some of their unique drama texts are likely to be lost.

If there is a long-term livelihood like this, and the entry is good, the opera troupe can survive, and the opera can be passed on for a long time, which is a matter of immeasurable merit.

"Mr. Cui's "The Legend of the White Snake", how many times have you written?"

"Twenty-two."

"Then you can arrange at least ten plays. For the main role, you can choose six to ten people, and each person will learn two or three plays; As for the characters on the side, you can choose fewer and take turns to play. Moreover, when the time comes, it can be performed not only in the wind and snow, but also in other places. However, if you want to say it, you can take on the play at will, but if it is not in the wind and snow, every time you perform, you will have to pay fifty percent of the income in the wind and snow. Whoever breaks the rules will bear the consequences. ”

Lin Qi pounded his head like garlic, wrote down every word Lin Ruo said, his face was full of excitement, and he couldn't wait to do it immediately and arrange the whole thing.

Lin Ruo still didn't forget to tell him: "If you have to take care of your business, you can also ask Mr. Cui to help you write new dramas, but there is one thing, the homework that should be completed must not be left behind!" ”

At this time, Lin Qi was a teenager, and he didn't like to read, which gave Lin Qian a headache. Fortunately, Lin Ruo taught him subtly in the form of storytelling since he was a child. And the Mr. Cui Shangcui that Lin Ruo invited him was also a good gentleman who was entertaining and teaching, and under Lin Ruo's prompting, he chose the most suitable method for Lin Qi to teach him, which also made Lin Qi not resist.

Even, because of the incident of "The Legend of the White Snake", the relationship between the teacher and the student is quite harmonious.

"I know, second sister! Oh yes, Mr. Choi asked me to ask you, the next time you tell me a story, can he come and listen to it too? ”

Lin Ruo smiled lightly: "Of course you can." When the time comes, bring Xi'en with you. ”

Lin Qi's mood was so short of a momentary stagnation, although he quickly responded with a "hmm", but Lin Ruo, who was as careful as a hair, did not miss this, and frowned imperceptibly.

I didn't say anything at the moment, and continued to listen to the report of the shopkeepers.

The last one to come in was the pawnshop shopkeeper of the Lin family in the early years, surnamed Yang, with a single name of "Zhuo". is over half a hundred years old, and his figure is slightly bloated. But those small eyes that are full of light are hard to forget - at first glance, he is a shrewd guy.

This shopkeeper Yang is Lin Qian's right-hand man who asked him to come back to be responsible for picking treasures in various businesses, and will assist Li Yan in taking care of the Star Picking Tower in the near future.

Yang Zhuo's vision is indeed sharp and unique, and the treasures are fakes, which can be known at a glance.

However, there were two things that made him a little sure of the value, so after the report, he carried the wooden box in, carefully took out the two things inside, and asked the four people present to estimate the price.

One is the inkstone, the stone color is purple and black and condensed, the stone is dense and delicate, clean and moisturizing, caressing it like a baby's skin, the sound of the buckle is clear and sonorous, and the text is clear and beautiful. Ink is like oil, ink is not rotten, it is indeed a rare good inkstone!

But this inkstone, unlike what is commonly seen, is black all over, nor is it brilliant red like a blood inkstone, but is decorated with gorgeous and rich stone crystals! Under the rubbing, it was found that this stone crystal actually grew on this inkstone!

Lin Ruo asked tentatively, "What is this...... Tho but inkstone? ”